He who would see old Hoghton right Must view it by the pale moonlight.

Now Cynthia, named fair regent of the night.

Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth.

The moving moon went up to the sky, And nowhere did abide; Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside.

The stars were glittering in the heaven's dusk meadows, Far west, among those flowers of the shadows, The thin, clear crescent lustrous over her, Made Ruth raise question, looki ...